On a SundayI always wander down and have a cuppa with the parishoners who have attended the 8:00am service next door (we go to the 10:00 service). Yesterday I was chatting to an older lady who has only been a couple of times, and trying to make her feel welcome.
Being thirsty myself, I enquired as to whether she would like a cup of something and a biscuit.
"No thankyou, I am too big already!" she said, shaking her head vigourously.
I looked at her in mild disbelief. In my mind she is a skinny little bean! "You are Tiny!", I exclaimed. "No I am a size 12, and only sometimes a size 10." she insisted. ( to give the overseas readers an idea, I have only managed a size 8 once in my adult life, and that was my wedding dress, and I was about 50 kg. One sees very few size 8s, and a 10 is pretty miniscule as well.)
"See", I confirmed. "You are tiny."
She looked me up and down. "And what size are you dear?"
After admitting that I am a size 14, I earnestly told her about recently looking at pictures of when I was much smaller (size-wise). And I recollected that I never appreciated my slenderness when I had it. In fact I was very unhappy and insecure about myself. To conclude, I breezily expressed how happy I am with my shape and size now. I am very comfortable and confident in my skin.
"Ah yes," she nodded sagely. "As they say, "Fat and Happy!"
! ! ! ! ! ! !
I AM NOT FAT!!
I AM NOT EVEN CUDDLY!!
DO NOT CALL ME 'VOLUPTUOUS'
I AM CURVY!!!
( though as I say the word aloud, it almost sounds like an STD!)